We’ll, she finished her tantrum cleansing her rage against comfortable imagined punching bag, and now she’s ready to resolve her issue and stop defining herself by the world and define herself by herself. Sartre and Freud would’ve been proud.

What are you talking about? That was obviously not Frigg coming to a sudden realization and thinly veiling a comment about her frustration over her sex life in the guise of reassurance for Gravedust. Geeze, man, sometimes a crazy mystical rift in space is just a crazy mystical rift in space!

I definitely don’t see Cliff as H.R. Especially with that sort of zen-like expression on his face. It seems to say that he neither confirms nor denies the truth of Frigg’s words. Nor is he offended by what she is saying. He may very well even agree with her, but his thoughts and her comments are irrelevant as far as these mystics are concerned.

As for the downturned mouth, I believe it’s the the angle of the “shot.”

Sigh, yes. I do answer jokes seriously. I always find validity in them and answer to that even when I think the joke is funny. Sorry.

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